It came from B. Morris Allen

B. Morris Allen’s story “Dragons I Have Slain” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 2 September 2016. I’m a big fan of Deep Purple, and of many of its component members, including the late Jon Lord (keyboards). I was listening to his album Pictured Within early one morning after dropping my wife off at the airport. The title song is beautiful, but it includes the line “There are dragons I have slain”. It works in…

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Chambers of the Heart – B. Morris Allen

Despair and Ecstasy are the simplest. Ecstasy is the small and cozy room of a cottage that looks out on a broad meadow in the forest. In the spring, elk come to posture and to mate, and the wildflowers bloom on every side. In the fall, mist dances in silver swirls framed by gold and bronze and copper trees. It is always spring or fall. Despair is a vast, dark hall of low ceilings and…

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It came from B. Morris Allen

B. Morris Allen’s story “Adaptations to Coastal Erosion” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 24 June 2016. This story started with literary theft. I was reading Jonathan Carroll’s After Silence, which includes a brief story-within-a-story about a woman who gets skinnier and skinnier, and eventually floats away from her husband. Carroll doesn’t do much more with it, but the idea intrigued me – the sudden and unexplained negation of physical laws for just one person.…

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Dragons I Have Slain – B. Morris Allen

I collect dragon tears. It isn’t difficult; they’re insidious and subtle, and they seep through my armor and into my skin like ink, leaving me stained, soiled, sorrowful — a human map of misery. The Dragon Atlas, I call it — marked with the precise locations of honor and shame. Dragons cry for the same reasons we do — pain, heartache, joy. We think of them as wise and cold, but wisdom is no antidote…

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